An audio recording of today’s mid-class poem
Some people stand when a beautiful someone walks into the room
But I stand in silent reverence whenever a river catches my eye
So plant a seed and say a prayer
or was the prayer the planting?
in this place where no one and everyone is coming and going
how do you feed a bee some juice?
I knew not
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